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    Jay-Z

    Threat

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    Добавлена 20 февраля 2008 пользователем AND1

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    [Intro]
    Yo once a pimp gets threats
    That's right, that's the - the that's, that's threats them
    And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sin-surr
    And I, nigga I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up
    Put ya inside the mattress like drug money nigga
    [Jay-Z]
    Yeah, I done told you niggaz
    9 or 10 times stop fuckin with me
    I done told you niggaz
    9 albums, stop fuckin with me
    I done told you niggaz
    The 9 on me, stop fuckin with me
    You niggaz must got 9 lives
    9th wonder
    [Verse One]
    Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya
    Am I frightenin ya? Shall I continue?
    I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song
    I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along
    Now it's a duet, and you wet, when you check out
    the technique from the 2 tecs and I don't need two lips
    To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit
    This is a un-usual musical I conductin
    You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can duck sic
    I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it
    Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rylin me up
    For three years, they had me peein out of a cup
    Now they bout to free me up, whatchu think I'm gon' be, what?
    Rehabilitated, man I still feel hatred
    I'm young black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but
    You never had me like Christina Aguiler-y
    But catch me down the Westside, drivin like Halle Berry
    Or the FDR, in the seat of my car
    Screamin out the sunroof death to y'all
    You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars
    I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head
    The whole hood'll want ya, you startin to look like bread
    I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin bout Feds
    Nigga them body-snatchers, nigga you heard what I said
    [Chorus]
    I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin
    Put your smarts on the side of your garment
    Nigga stop fuckin with me
    R. -- I. -- P.
    [Interlude]
    That's right there nigga, nigga I'm wild
    Nigga I keep trash bags with me
    Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out
    This sin-surr, this some sin-surr SHIT right hurr!
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